Daydream Nation -

"You're not real," Jade said.

She was living in the daydream.

It didn't explode. It sang . A chord so pure and so dissonant at the same time—the guitar solo from "Trilogy"—it shattered the false sky of the sphere. The television skyscrapers crumbled into harmless dust. The vinyl streets melted into a placid black river. The mannequins collapsed into heaps of ordinary, forgotten trash. Daydream Nation

"Thank you," she whispered, and dissolved into a pile of autumn leaves. "You're not real," Jade said

Jenny screamed, but her scream became a sigh. Her prom dress faded into a simple nightgown. Her chrome eye wept a single tear of mercury, then turned blue. She was just a lost girl again. She fell to her knees. It sang

Jade touched it. The metal was warm, unnaturally so. A low thrum vibrated through her palm, up her arm, into her teeth.